The Tang Dynasty was an era with the most immortal saints in art in history. Not to mention the immortal saints in Li Du's poems, there are also the grass saint Zhang Xu, the sword saint Pei Min, the painting saint Wu Daozi, the tea saint Lu Yu, and the music saint Li
In the Year of the Turtle, even Li Longji, who was not doing his job in his later years, was revered by actors as the founder of the opera industry because he founded the Liyuan Opera and composed "The Song of Colorful Clothes and Feather Clothes".
This was a colorful and gorgeous era. Literati came and went in famous buildings and pavilions, reciting poems and composing poems. The people's admiration and love for art gave birth to countless poets and wrote countless brilliant chapters.
This peak of culture and art is passing away. How many years later, there will no longer be a prosperous Tang Dynasty in the world, only the poems of the prosperous Tang Dynasty will remain.
Li Siye's thoughts returned to his eyes. Lady Li Twelve was flashing and moving in the air. Sometimes she was as fast as a lightning meteor, and sometimes she was as slow as a crane dancing in the sky. Sometimes the two swords were intertwined, and sometimes their brilliance was revealed. The sword wheels were flying and interlocking, but the two swords never stopped.
Without touching each other, when they are intertwined, they are like the stars moving in the sky, and the stars are shining brightly; when they are separated, they are like the sun and the moon in the sky, reflecting each other.
Her ribbon was not messy at all in the dance of the sword light, and floated lightly along with it. The sharper and more powerful the sword edge became, the lighter the ribbon became like a flying giant. The softness and strength were intertwined, forming an indescribable beauty.
The copper bell ring on her white jade bare feet jingled like the flying goddess. She turned around in white and looked back with a smile, floating out of the thatched hall and landing on the empty street in front of the hall.
The larger venue and wider stage make her sword dance more free and easy, and her dancing figure rotates around the venue. Without the constraints of space, her sword light can appear anywhere.
Li Siye sat in a daze behind the desk for a moment, then quickly stood up with his hands on his hands and chased him to the entrance of the thatched hall.
The soldiers who were standing on the top of the city looked over here, leaning on their spears and watching in the distance. The soldiers at the city gate ran over and watched from a distance. The lady sitting at the door sewing put down her work and
He also walked towards the main street; the drinkers in the wine shop were sitting outside the door with wine bowls. The guests on the second floor opened the windows and leaned out of the window frame to look out; the children threw away the toys in their hands and held their hands.
He ran over holding hands.
People forgot to cheer, they forgot to cheer, they just stood silently like clay sculptures and watched quietly. Even the children did not make a sound. Their eyes were wide open and they did not dare to blink for fear of missing this precious thing.
Every bit of time. But no matter how wide you open your eyes, you can't fully absorb and appreciate the wonder of this art.
Li Twelve Niang's flag was like a long flag rising to the sky, and the red in the blue sky was bright and intense. She threw her two swords into the air, like Hou Yi's arrows shooting at the sun, and like the flying swords that cut down the dragon. The swords
The light whirled down from the sky, and Lady Li Twelve stretched out her hand to catch it. People screamed and raised their heartstrings. She quickly took the hilt of the sword in her hand, and the sword light danced around. Suddenly she sheathed the sword and stood still, silently.
If a virgin.
Sweat seeped out along Li Twelve Niang's white forehead, and beads of sweat rolled down her swan-like neck. Her breathing became heavier with the rise and fall of her chest. There was a brief period of solidification of the atmosphere around her, and people condensed.
I stared blankly, the scene just now seemed like a dream, but the Jinghong Sword Dance in the dream was deeply engraved in my mind.
The wine bowl in the drinker's hand was tilted, and the juice dripped into the crotch of his pants. He hurriedly took the bowl back and covered it with his clothes. The guest who was visiting the window fell from the window with an ouch, and landed on the ground with a groan and rolling.
There were cheers and high-fives from the military households all around, and a passing Silk Road merchant shouted excitedly: "She must be the legendary Gongsun Aunt in Chang'an! Only Gongsun Aunt in the world can perform such a stunning sword dance!"
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"Aunt Gongsun? I heard about it in Chang'an when I was a child. She shouldn't be so young, right?"
"Then she must be Aunt Gongsun's disciple!"
People gathered in a big circle and only dared to look at the legendary swordsman from a distance. Some people may have never heard of it in their lives, and some people have heard of it but have no chance to see it. At this moment, they all became hers.
Fans. They can all predict that the wonderful performance they encountered today will never be seen again in this life.
Li Twelve Niang walked forward slowly, came to the steps of the thatched hall, stood in front of Li Siye, and said calmly and reservedly: "My sword dance can never be performed only for one person."
Li Siye nodded happily and in agreement: "Of course, you are an artist, I am already very satisfied."
She turned around and walked towards the wine shop with both swords in hand. Everyone along the way took the initiative to get out of the way and followed her, looking up at her back. The customers in the wine shop stood aside with wine bowls in their hands, watching her helplessly.
As I passed by and left, I had a few words of praise brewing in my stomach, but I was too nervous to say them out.
Suo Yuanyu looked the proudest while holding her chest. She was indeed a person who had never seen the world. Li Twelve Niang's performance was just sword dancing. The Xihe Sword Dance, the most powerful sword dance, would be even more amazing and even more impressive.
It was surprising, but after watching her practice all day long, she no longer had this sense of anticipation and novelty.
Li Siye finally agreed to let Suo Tong edit the book and let her write it, so that Suo Yuanyu could use her imagination and find excuses to change the facts. Li Siye didn't care what she wrote, as long as Suo Tong could come to Congling to discuss how to allocate escorts.
Regarding the caravan business, even if she writes that she single-handedly killed the entire Congling Shouhuo, it doesn't matter. It's just to satisfy her vanity.
A Tibetan man wearing a leather robe with a lapel stood hunched outside the city gate. After looking inside for a few times, he avoided the vigilant eyes of the soldiers on the city wall, turned around and walked away into the distance.
He walked for three or four miles, turning back suddenly every hundred steps to see if anyone was following him. Finally he came to the back of an unexpected mountain col, took out the horse tied here, got on his horse and galloped into the distance.
go.
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More than 30 miles southwest of Sole City in Bohe Prefecture, there is a Lianyun Fort on the peak on the south bank of Bolechuan. It is the pass of Tibet on the border of Xiaobolu. There are thousands of troops stationed in the fort, and they are controlled by Qian Zong. Qian Zong
There are fifty warriors under his command, and each warrior controls twenty slave soldiers. The warriors wear full chain mail, wear peacock feathers, and are equipped with horn bows, spears and short swords. The slave soldiers are the warriors'
The only ancillary property is the yak leather clothing that can cover the body, and the weapons are a spear, a cane shield and a knife.
The Tubo cavalry who had peeped a few times before guarding the city in Congling quickly returned to Lianyun Castle and shouted to the top of the city: "News!"
The Lianyunbao city gate slowly opened. He led the horse into the city, tied the horse into the stable, and quickly headed towards the stone hall in the center of the city.
Qianzong Gongjuezan and two 500th chiefs were sitting cross-legged on the ground. There was a sheepskin map spread on the ground, on which the city defenses and strongholds of the Tang army in the area north of Xiaobolu were drawn.
"Zong Lu, I asked you to send someone to find out the details of the Tang army in Congling. Do you have any news?"
The 500th General Zong Lu nodded and said: "The two groups of spies have found out clearly that the Tang army's city defense is solid and the soldiers and generals are not slacking off. Chief Qian, with all due respect, with our small force, we can attack a city guarding the city."
It’s an idea that won’t have much chance of success.”
Gong Juezan raised his eyebrows and raised his chin and asked: "Zong Lu, I just ordered you to inquire about the enemy's situation. Is it your responsibility to decide the outcome?"
Zong Lu crossed his arms and lowered his head: "Please forgive Mr. Qian. I have better suggestions. Mr. Qian, can you listen to them?"
"speak."
Zong Lu stretched out his finger on the map, pointed at an insignificant dot and said: "This is Congling Shouchu, and the tribes of Shinni tribe also migrated to this place. Chief Qian sent troops to attack Shinni tribe, which is no better than Congling."